Cat Sebastian Quotes

Julian felt about Courtenay's looks the way radicals thought about money: that it was deeply unfair and problematic for one person to possess such a disproportionate share.

It's only that I prefer to think that there's some order governing the world, some absolute rights and wrongs,
and I like to think that order overlaps with the law at least to some extent." "It does, somewhat." Barely.
Sometimes. On a good day, and only if you squinted your eyes

He tended to think that when the Bible condemned something practically everyone did, whether it be tossing oneself off or eating pork, there was likely some nuance that had been lost either to history or to translation. And then he didn't think about it anymore.

Nobody had been more surprised than Jack to discover that when he was happy, he wanted to make others happy. What a soggy lot of rubbish, but there you had it.

Rivington seemed unperturbed by Jack's loss of temper. He rubbed has hand along his jaw. "In that case, we
could pretend to be cousins by marriage. And then we can both act appalled by the connection." Jack laughed,
feeling his anger dissipate.

There, now my principles are in confusion and I hate it.

Honor was a luxury item, like hair pomade and snuff. Its only purpose was to show the world that you could afford to be impractical, that you had enough money to behave in a way that was compatible with some ludicrous code instead of acting out of self-preservation like the rest of humanity.

The lady obviously spent her days reading, napping, and eating biscuits. He didn't know whether to be disgusted
or jealous.

Oliver began unwinding his cravat with one bloody hand. "Do you often have people shooting at you?"
Sometimes. "No." "I don't like this at all.

No," Jack said after a moment. "That is not how it works. With all due respect," he remarked, managing to
convey no respect whatsoever, "you wouldn't know whether or not he was decent. You couldn't, in fact. You
play cards with him, maybe drink or make idle conversation. He has no power over you to be anything other
than decent. It's his wife and servants who know the truth. You would likely have thought your brother-in-law a
decent fellow had you met him at your club.

Oliver's back was flush with the stone wall now. "Very noble of you." He watched in satisfaction as Jack
decided whether that was supposed to be an insult. "Fuck you." "Is that the plan?" Oliver widened his eyes
innocently.

He couldn't be serious and stern with a man who had ducklings in his hair, or who talked to baby birds like they were guests at a tea party, or who seemed to dearly want Phillip to smile.

When you smile I want to do awful things to you," Oliver said, leering wolfishly.
"A lucky coincidence, because when I'm smiling it's because I'm thinking of you doing filthy things to me." Jack grinned back at him.

So, is this to be a business arrangement?"
"No! Of course not. I want to share my meals and my bed and my life with the man I love. Christ, Jack. Don't say such filthy things.